Not again!

I was on a blog hiatus during the Great Passport Incident of last year. Basically I succeeded in losing said passport the day I was due to go and visit Spike in Copenhagen. She kindly refrained from killing me, either then or in the succeeding few weeks when I continually failed to get my arse in gear and apply for a new one. Eventually she went so far as to download the forms and email them to me, and the new passport arrived on the last post day before our next trip. The course of true Meg never did run smooth.

Fast forward to yesterday, and I'm packing for today's planned trip to Iceland. I go to the desk to get my passport and.....nothing. it's not there. Frantically I search every bag I own. Even those I haven't used in years. Every pocket of every coat, every shelf, every 'safe place' I can think of. Nothing. How can this be happening again?

Cue panicked facebook message, because a crisis just isn't a crisis without a bit of embarrassing public hysteria. Much use of exclamation marks and caps lock. Many suggestions from friends, in levels of helpfulness ranging from 'calm down' to 'somebody needs to go over there and slap her'. Somebody probably did.

Furious with myself, and barely holding back tears at having let my friend down yet again, I eventually gave up, texted my manager to say I would be in work after all, and went to bed in the kind of shivery, nauseated state of anxiety I haven't felt since I finished my last uni essay.

I left my bed this morning, and commenced my morning ablutions with a heavy heart. Then, suddenly, a beam of light shone from above, angels seemed to sing, my subconscious awoke, grudgingly raised its head and said "Passport? Didn't you show that for your DBS check for that Christmas volunteering? Isn't there an envelope with that stuff under that pile of books by the wardrobe?".

I leapt out of the shower and ran dripping to the pile of books. YES YED YES! Throw things in bag, throw clothes on body, throw text messages at Spike and my manager, throw self in direction of airport.

I'm writing this on the plane. I think I might have a nap now. I'm bloody knackered.